I stepped in there, turned up the gas, looked at the annunciator, and turned off the alarm--so far as the door indicated was concerned--thus stopping the racket.

Then I came back to bed.

Mrs.Clemens opened the debate: "What was it ?" "It was the cellar door." "Was it a burglar, do you think ?" "Yes," I said, "of course it was.

Did you suppose it was a Sunday-school superintendent ?" "No.

What do you suppose he wants ?" "I suppose he wants jewelry, but he is not acquainted with the house and he thinks it is in the cellar.